The Gentle Messenger: An Authentic Psychic’S Story

By Rebecca Bartlett

Professional psychic Rebecca Bartlett details her journey as a psychic from her teen years on with true stories of her experiences in pre-cognition, medical intuition and mediumship. Prophetic dreams were her first indication that she had a special ability. She tells of her desire to help humanity in the face of skeptics, insults and challenges in being recognized by those who could use her ability to save lives. Bartlett concludes with a review of scientific literature verifying the psychic experience.

Praise From Her Clients:

I have known or worked with physicians, holistic practitioners, therapists, native medicine men, psychiatrists, psychics, mediums and channels, all of whom were respected in their fields.

I have never met anyone more gifted or accurate than Rebecca as a medical intuitive or as one who perceives another's individual nature and unique attributes. It is our great good fortune that she chooses to use her abilities that she has had from birth in the service of others.

Cinda Crull MS, MDiv, MFT

Rebecca has a true talent, and I highly recommend her to family, friends, and anyone desiring a psychic reading.

Pam Thrash, Radio and Television personality

For more information please see

www.RebeccaBartlettPsychic.Com

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jul 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781475986686

Rebecca Bartlett

Rebecca Bartlett has practiced her psychic abilities for twenty five years. She has a successful professional integrative psychic business of personal and telephone readings with clients throughout the United States. She has published articles in an Indianapolis magazine and presented on radio shows. She studied at Indiana University and in Greece.

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Table of Contents

* Author’s Note

* Acknowledgements

* Dedication

* Introduction

* 1 Apocalyptic

* 2 Awakening

* 3 A Fateful Dream

* 4 Princess and the Pea

* 5 Predictions Process

* 6 View From the Top

* 7 Most Wanted

* 8 A Hit

* 9 Manifest Destiny

* 10 Prelude to Terror

* 11 New York Mourning

* 12 A Patriotic Act

* 13 Psychic Shazaam Network

* 14 Up Goes My Shingle

* 15 Fifteen Minutes of Fame

* 16 Medical Intuition

* 17 A Heart for Healing

* 18 A Blessing in Disguise

* 19 Psi in Science

* Afterword: Lessons of Inspiration

* Appendix I

Interviewing the Universe

* Appendix II How to Recognize a True Psychic

* Author’s Note

This is a book about the journey of a psychic. This book explores the realization, development and use of my abilities. There is not one fabrication. The names of those I have worked with confidentially have been changed to protect their identity.

* Acknowledgements

I am tremendously grateful to Michele Pollock for voluntarily editing my original manuscript.

* Dedication

I owe a debt of gratitude and appreciation to each client who has had the faith to come in to see me to gain insight, guidance, knowledge and comfort.

* Glossary

of My Psychic Experience

apocalyptic    An Apocalypse is anything viewed as a Revelation.

aura    An invisible emanation produced by and surrounding a person or object, discernible by individuals of supernormal sensibility.

automatic writing    Writing from a subconscious or spiritual source without awareness of the content.

clairvoyance    Knowledge of information not necessarily known to any other person, not obtained by ordinary channels of perceiving or reasoning – thus a form of extrasensory perception (ESP).

medium    A person in-between, an intermediary between the deceased and the living

nimbus    A surrounding aura or atmosphere.

inspiration    Divine guidance exerted directly upon the mind and soul of man.

pre-cognitive    Knowledge of things before they exist or happen; foreknowledge; foresight.

premonition    An intuition of a future, usually unwelcome, occurrence; foreboding; an early warning of a future event; forewarning.

psi    Scientific acronym for unusual mental events.

psi-intel    A term applied to intelligence collecting, in this case gathered through formal ESP measures.

psychometry    The ability to divine facts concerning an object or a person associated with it, by contact with or proximity to an object belonging to the person. Derived from the Greek, meaning measuring the soul of things.

remote viewing     The practice of seeking impressions about a distant or unseen target using paranormal means, in particular, extra-sensory perception (ESP) or sensing with the mind.

telepathy    From the Greek τηλε, (tele) meaning distant and πάθη, (pathe) meaning affliction, experience. The induction of mental states from one mind to another.

visitation    A dream conveying a message in person to the dreamer.

* Introduction

In my past I have walked up to people from all levels of importance, imploring them to listen to the words I tell them. Very few would pay any attention at all. In most cases I was not given the time of day. Imagine that—I wasn’t looking for compensation; I just wanted to help them with what may be life-saving information.

No one knew who I was—who I had been behind the scenes as over the years historic events took place that I had predicted. I had the gift, as they say. But it was all orchestrated privately. No witnesses. No fame. Just an uncanny knowledge and need to tell. Though I could save lives in real time I had no voice and no encouragement…just blank stares and cross-eyed looks. And here I was wasting my gifts at a menial job five years after psychically tracking down the footsteps of one of Americas top-ten most wanted terrorist fugitives.

I wish people would not ignore the messages that could mean so much to them.

There is no price you could pay for a forewarning, but there is a heavy toll of ignoring someone like me in time. Please don’t deny what is divine; don’t only expect to see fraud—look deeper. I would like to ask that you be patient and understanding. Every utterance, every account, every feeling I discuss in these pages is the complete truth.

* 1 Apocalyptic

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

—Harriet Tubman

Have you ever awoken with a sense of uneasiness that something was going to go wrong that day? That is essentially the story of my life. I can feel the future. The first prophecy I remember? Knowing the last name of my future fiancé. It happened while I was walking on my way to kindergarten.

I appreciated an unmistakable sense of something very pure and powerful giving me that insight. What some might relate to as a gut sensation was for me very matter-of-factly an all-over knowingness. There was no questioning, just the acceptance of a certain sort of telepathic engagement as another avenue of acquiring knowledge.

Born in Los Angeles, I spent the first ten years of my life happily in California where I skateboarded or biked my way to school. On the way home I honed my life-long fascination for flowers, picking just the tops off to give to my mom, who always asked what happened to the stems.

Joined by my adoring Greek-American family we walked through the orange groves behind our house outside Santa Barbara and I raced my dad down sidewalks lined with cherry trees in bloom. My father is an inventor and painter. My grandparents, also immigrants from Greece, liked to pick olives and brine them in the garage. My dad drove them out of town to collect walnuts and the herbs my grandmother knew how to identify. Meanwhile I explored every reach of the divine Santa Barbara county landscape.

Brigitte, my mother’s best friend, was a member of our close extended friendship family. We went on many camping trips with her and her family. She taught me how to swim and through her I learned about the arcane subject of death. When I was five I found a wounded butterfly and took it inside, built a box for it to recover in and brought it grass clippings. Innocence was lost three days later as I asked Brigitte why it didn’t live. The beautiful, peaceful world I thought I lived in was turned on its head. I remember thinking it’s just unfair.

Even at the tender age of seven I remember learning about Vietnam. The violence of it shocked me. I could not believe that something so heinous and cowardly had actually taken place in the world. For me it spelled the descent of a civilization. It seemed out of place in the natural order and when I thought of it I felt a red and black whirlpool reverberating in the air around me. Death and destruction. Chaos. I was a child and I was coming to grips with a world that doesn’t always make sense.

I was so grateful to believe I would live in a generation that would not have to experience the kind of evil, unjustified brutality that kills young hearts. I remember hoping that my lifetime would be an era of peace, because that meant the world to me—to be safe and to live in a just world.

I exhibited an uncanny ability to hone in on lost objects. An unidentifiable source seemed to put a key in the lock, opening my brain to vital information—directing me, almost magnetically—to it.

I was oddly knowledgeable of measurements of all sorts, particularly spatially and rarely arithmetically—when sometimes large sums of numbers popped into my head sparing me the arduous pain of a homework math problem.

I was a wonder with repairing electronic appliances, often knowing exactly which part of the equipment needed adjusting. Sometimes it just took a touch of my hands to restore it. Even from an early age I needed to put this ability to use. I wanted to rectify what was wrong in an environment. These may have been early splashes of intuition at work. As things would turn out, my mind had a mind of its own. I was just along for the ride.

I recognized even at a young age that this was beyond what was conventionally possible, but in each development, those who noticed were too pre-occupied to see it as a separate trait— just a fluke.

Once I moved to the Midwest with my mother, there weren’t any out-and-out paranormal happenings. I didn’t see dead people. Except perhaps once. I was thirteen at the time. I was sitting on the edge of my bed when a vision appeared to me. The apparition had long, wavy sandy-blond hair, deep soulful loving bluish eyes and a tunic-type dress. He was surrounded by some kind of atmospheric bubble I had no words to explain. I have only recently learned that this is called a nimbus.

The image hovered in my room for several seconds: He was seeing me. There was an energy conveying the sense that this was someone who knew me and who was shepherding me into something. He smiled.

In that one and only waking vision, I knew I was headed for something—what, I had no idea. I just knew I was different somehow and my life would not be the same as others. I was separate with my senses and vision. With myriad supernatural occurrences like this, my youth shaped into an apocalyptic adolescence.

In my mid-teens I had run-of-the-mill psychic dreams, including dreams of forewarnings, but I didn’t realize my psychic senses were beyond average until my uncanny pre-cognitive dreams set in with regularity. I often dreamt these in real time as if catapulted on scene. Let me take you into one of my dreams…

In a ferocious fight between earth and sky, a tornado pummels through a city, its location clearly marked by a green highway sign.

When I jolted awake the word "Tuscaloosa" was repeatedly skittering across my tongue. It was important I remember it. I knew this dream was telling me something.

Within an hour of awaking, I watched a tornado blast through Tuscaloosa, Alabama in real life on the morning news. Holy moly! I was having dreams that were foretelling the future of the world—about places I’d never even known to exist. These pre-cognitive dreams were uniquely real to me; they took on an entire dimension of their own. (This was a tornado that occurred during my teens, not the one that happened recently in the same area. Looking back, there tends to be a double-whammy effect regarding locations.)

I first read the draft of Rebecca’s book in late 2010, in which she recounted the dream she had of a tornado touching down in Tuscaloosa, months before the deadly tornado in April of 2011.

—Michele Pollock

Throughout my high school years I became confident that I had abilities, but faced a dilemma because I understood that they were often not appreciated or easily understood. Nonetheless, I started to make amazing predictions regarding peoples’ lives. I was not asked to—it was more like I was told.

I received the first message of impending warning when I was around 17. Sitting alone on the edge of my